{"id":1749,"date":"2010-12-01T14:02:15","date_gmt":"2010-12-01T14:02:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/?p=1749"},"modified":"2010-12-01T14:02:15","modified_gmt":"2010-12-01T14:02:15","slug":"from-the-depths-of-b3ta-coms-qotw-archive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/?p=1749","title":{"rendered":"From the depths of b3ta.com&#8217;s QOTW archive:"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>When Ants Attack<\/strong><br \/>\nMy little sister bought herself an ant farm &#8211; one of those gel ones,  where you can see through the glass frame all the tiny tunnels that the  little blighters make, and watch them waving their little anty antenna  around, and doing whatever it is ants decide to do in edible blue gel.<\/p>\n<p>She loved this ant farm. She populated it with a few black ants, and  true to form they dug mini catacombs, and ran around, content in their  own little ant eutopia. It was the ant equivilent of surburban bliss,  with blue gel instead of picket fences. After a while, a few of these  ants died fat, content deaths of old age. So, my little sister,  concerned that her sociable little ant friends might get lonely now  there were so few of them left, trotted off to find some new ants to add  to the colony.<\/p>\n<p>She was very careful to chose black ants, as everyone knows black ants and red ants hate each other.<\/p>\n<p>Well, it turns out that there is some civil war going on in black ant land.<\/p>\n<p>It was a massacre. Through the clear glass frame, we could do nothing  but stand helplessly by as a vicious and bloody genocide swept through  the blue gel tunnels. Limbs were removed, and left to clutter up the  floor. Feuding ants formed katamari like balls of rage, that rolled down  the gentle inclines of their mini citadel. Corpses were piled in  corners. One savage ant trooped onwards, the severed head of a foe still  clamped in death onto his hind leg. It made the 300 look like a  carebear movie.<\/p>\n<p>In true Highlander form, in the end, there was only one. One battle  weary ant, with a dead head still attached to his back leg. He lived out  the rest of his days in catacombs full of ant corpses, and my sister  didn&#8217;t dare give him any more friends for fear of the terrible rage he  might unleash on them.<\/p>\n<p>When he finally died, she tried washing out all the dead ants from the  tunnels with water, but they simply swirled around like a really  horrific version of an ant massacre snow globe. She tried to introduce  new ants, but as if sensing the death and destruction that had occured  in the tunnels below, they huddled on the surface and refused to go  inside.<\/p>\n<p>In the end she gave up, and started raising sea monkeys instead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When Ants Attack My little sister bought herself an ant farm &#8211; one of those gel ones, where you can see through the glass frame all the tiny tunnels that the little blighters make, and watch them waving their little anty antenna around, and doing whatever it is ants decide to do in edible blue gel. She loved this ant farm. She populated it with a few black ants, and true to form they dug mini catacombs, and ran around, content in their own little ant eutopia. It was the ant equivilent of surburban bliss, with blue gel instead of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1749","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ramblings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1749","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1749"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1749\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1750,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1749\/revisions\/1750"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1749"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1749"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sneesh.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1749"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}